Three More Wraeththu Drabbles
by Camile_Sinenis (Teapot)
Title: Three More Wraeththu Drabbles
Author: Camile_Sinenis (Teapot) – email@example.com
Pairing: Velaxis + others (possibly the merest whiff of UST, if you sniff the air hard enough!)
Three More Wraeththu Drabbles
“Release Tiahaar Chrysm or I will kill you.”
The man who had his arm around Tiahaar Chrysm’s neck, and the gun thrust into his side, snarled furiously. His face had three days’ growth of beard, and his breath smelled of rotting meat, both of which were offensively obvious to the struggling har.
Yanking Chrysm’s head back painfully, the man focused his blood-shot eyes on Velaxis’ haughty features.
“Is that a threat?” he spat, “…because if it is you …..”
His sentence ended abruptly, and a surprised expression momentarily passed over his features. The surprise was almost certainly due to the fact that a small, ornamental dagger hilt was now protruding from his forehead.
“No,” said Velaxis calmly as the man dropped to the ground, dead “It was not a threat. The word “threat” implies that there is some doubt as to whether the action will be carried out or not”
He took three paces forward and removed the jewelled weapon from between the man’s eyes with a sharp tug, tsk-ing slightly as he fastidiously wiped away the the blood from the blade and the filigreed gemstones before secreting it away again in whatever hidden pocket it had come from.
“Oh, and could someone see to Tiahaar Chrysm – he seems to have fainted…”
Caeru lay on his bed, his soft white skin flushed with hint of dewy pink. Sometimes he hated his body, and the demands it made on him. And for some reason it was always worst at the same time of the month – the full moon. He knew the Hegemony laughed amongst themselves about it. “… on heat again…” – he had heard the barely-concealed whispers behind his back. Pell, of course, would not satisfy his consort’s needs, so to compound his humiliation the Hegemony had sent a professional to do the job.
“Oh come, Rue, don’t sulk!. Most hara would be delighted with this arrangement. As you know, I am very experienced and – even if I say so myself – talented in this particular field.”
Caeru threw a pillow angrily at the tall har. “Shut up! I am the effing Tigrina, and you are nothing but a… a… whore!”
Velaxis smiled indulgently. “Indeed,” he purred, running his fingers provocatively through the impressive lengths of his hair. “… and I work for the Hegemony, so we know what that makes them, don’t we?”
Caeru lay still for a minute as he thought about that. Slowly a small smile worked its way across his lips, and he started to giggle. Then Velaxis’ endless hair was trailing across his body and Velaxis’ lips were pressing down on his own and Velaxis’ hot, scented breath was filling his mouth, and he wasn’t giggling any more.
Afterwards, Velaxis brushed away a damp strand of hair from Rue’s neck. “My dear,” he cooed encouragingly “I would have done that for nothing!”
Caeru took it as the compliment it was intended to be.
“Rue, you are such a slut!” Velaxis exclaimed.
The Tigrina had been recounting his exploits of the previous evening, involving three political delegates from Maudrah, an old friend from Ferelithia and a surprising quantity of whipped cream.
“What’s a slut?” Darquiel enquired, puzzled. Velaxis rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Young people today – their education was sorely lacking!
“It is a pejorative term for a female who indulges in frequent sexual activity, or who makes her enjoyment of it widely known.”
“It was a human thing”, he added, seeing Darquiel’s blank expression.
“That’s just weird!” Darquiel shook his head and wrinkled his nose
Velaxis sighed again. “Indeed it is. Humans had a whole plethora of taboos and regulations when it came to sex, and an astonishingly wide vocabulary to describe those who transgressed the permitted norms. For example, I am a whore, which describes my professional capacity of providing educational and recreational aruna to those who require it. My employers, the Hegemony, are pimps”
“Calanthe,” – he indicated the august presence of the Tigron, currently draped over an armchair still nursing a slight hangover from the previous evening – ” is a queer, indicating that in his human days he preferred sexual activity with other males rather than females”
“I prefer poof,” muttered Cal “… so much classier”
“Whatever.” Velaxis sniffed. “So many to choose from. They were an inventive lot, humans. No wonder they became extinct, though – they spent all their time inventing random rules about who could do what with whom, and when, and how much.” He paused for a moment. “Of course, you had to be careful. Especially if you happened to be a member of…ahem.. a longer-lived species. Take your eye of the ball for a couple of generations and you suddenly discover that your Upstanding Member of Society has suddenly become a Pervert of the First Order” He shuddered slightly, and there was a moment’s silence.
“What about Pell?” asked Darquiel
“Pell?” Velaxis looked over at the other Tigron, whose sulky expression indicated his disapproval of the whole tenor of this conversation.
Velaxis sidled over to him, silent and graceful as a cat. If anything, Pell’s expression became even more sour. Velaxis smiled his tight little smile.
“Pell is a…. prick-teaser” he smirked
“What???” Pell exploded
“Well! Thirty years, and not so much as a sniff”
Pellaz looked as if he’d just stepped in something very unpleasant. He didn’t know what was worse – The thought of being… sniffed…. by Velaxis, or the thought of Velaxis thinking about…. His scowl deepened even further and he had the sudden urge to have a long, hot shower. He got up and walked out without a further word, hearing Velaxis’ mocking commentary trail after him
“…. and yet again our union remains unconsummated. Ah Pell, you are such a tease!”
“Now,” continued Velaxis turning to Cal “… tell us about your time in Piristil…